Sat on the steps outside the old south waiting for the gates to open for last 20mins in the mid 80’s, Doncaster fans came running around from the Scratching sheds with blades heading towards me, I stayed sat thinking they don’t want me, as they got nearer thought I had better leg it, at this moment police vans alarms blaring arrive and the Donny fans disappeared. Phew I thought as I walked back only to be set on by the coppers truncheons flying, bust my nose. Bloodied I tried to explain I didn’t pick a fight with a gang of knived up lads, was told to go over bridge and away from ground, I was stopping on St Heliers at the time so tried to head that way, got twatted again and had to go over bridge. Did not dare tell my mum it was the police said I’d been jumped by some lads.